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*1959 – 1960 Serious winter – Dad smiling on tractor

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1959 - 1960 winter proving up on land -- dad on tractor -- see us above the blanket of clouds that erased the valley below us - we were often above the clouds -- or in them (fog)

My father and the mountain.

Great photo — skip the abuse crap — this picture makes me homesick!

There is a bigness, a vastness, ancient dimensions to this land — Dad — was a man — and did man things. Mother was a woman — and in her world she did NO MAN THINGS — no matter what needed to be done. She could have actually WORKED at things that needed to be done on the homestead — my sisters know what I mean —

Father here, he was a lot like the mountain to me. The mountain was fine, I was fine when I was with the mountain. That felt natural and fine equally with my father and with the mountain — like I felt OK whenever my mother was gone and only dad was with us on the mountain. But, that’s me. I was not ‘right’, not ‘normal’, not ‘ordinary’ — how could I be? — see *Age 15 – MY ‘VISON’ – ALONE NAKED IN THE WOODS SINGING —